PhotoArt by LymanWade
I wish we had one in 2007. When the meralgia paresthetica affected my ability to drive, Wade left his job to act as my chauffer. He called it Driving Miss Pati. At the time it made perfect sense. My job could support us both and his couldn’t.
Then the end of 2008, my health finally reached the point I could no longer work, and I filed for SSDI. Now, over a year later, Wade is still looking for work. With so many people out of work, it has been extremely difficult for a 54-year old man, who has had surgery for a herniated disc to find employment. And, he has tried everything, even down to applying as a driver/operator, working nights and weekends, removing grease from the grease traps in restaurants. I’m surprised anyone was willing to do that job, but evidently so, since Wade was passed over again.
Had we been able to see into the future, I would have quit and applied for SSDI when the meralgia paresthetica first set in.
Wade has kept himself busy with his photography (one of his above), learning PhotoShop, gardening, housekeeping and cooking. And, of course the daily search of new job openings. One of the jobs advertised the first of the year was for the Census Bureau. He turned in his application in January, and heard nothing. So, we were pleasantly surprised when he received a call last week. It is only 4-6 weeks of work, but every little bit helps.
He started training yesterday, and I suddenly realized how much he does around here, and how many things I am no longer able to do. In the morning I ran a load of laundry. I typically do my own laundry, but since I have difficulty bending over to load and unload the dryer, Wade helps with that. Then I worked a couple of hours and napped.
After my nap, I realized he wouldn’t be home until close to 6:00, too late for him to cook dinner. (Am I spoiled or what?) So, I decided it would be a nice surprise, if I cooked for a change. I chose a tuna casserole. All was well until I realized the casserole dish was in one of the bottom cabinets. I can’t squat any longer; and if I do, can’t rise back up. I tried bending over, but since the dish was at the back of the cabinet, I couldn’t reach it from that position. I finally ended up using a chair and the countertop to ease myself onto my knees, then use both to pull myself back up.
It took about 30-minutes prep time and by then my feet and back hurt so bad I had to lie down for awhile before moving on to unloading and loading the dishwasher. And, of course there were dishes that had to go back in the bottom cabinets. I left those sitting on the countertop for Wade to put away when he got home.
Of course, we want him to find work; but once he does go back to work, keeping up the house and trying to work 10-12 hours a week will be more difficult for me than I realized. And, he will have to spend time over the weekends catching up the things I’m not capable of doing. I know he won’t complain, and will do it cheerfully. But I also know I will miss the relaxed time together I have come to love.
Maybe a Lotto ticket…